Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Recently I asked my cousin if his own two sons, when they were younger, were obsessed with their arses like MY sons are. Oh yeah, he assured me.

You see, my sons cannot keep their hands out of their pants. Friends with boys tell me this is pretty normal, but still, enough with the weiner and ass-grabbing, already.

My cousin went on to tell me that his youngest son had such a fixation with his arse that his fingers constantly...smelled...you get my drift (as an ex used to quip, "Confucius say Man who go to bed with itchy bottom wake up with stinky finger...")

In fact, they were so smelly that for the first four or five years of his life, his nickname was Monkey Finger.

Well, I'm here to introduce you to my own sons, "Revenge of Monkey Finger, and Son of Monkey Finger."

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Just want to make sure you know you're not alone out there. Mine (but especially Oliver) are obsessed with their weenies. Which I guess is understandable. But what's up with the butt? Yikes. Boys are gross.

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